Shielding from the light, I wanted to finally ask
The consuming revelations a question:
Why me?
But all they ever do is chuckle these
Deep rumbles colored too much
For heather,
To be prominent with no tangerine,
Or lilac,
But dandelions?
They grind them through their teeth
Till reality becomes more than
An ellipses
Of golden values.
Far too often the piles cascade too high
I can't see the top of who I am
even though I chose each object,
each emotion,
and each action.
I can't understand the tip of the iceberg though
The first time the words touched my ears
I sobbed,
stricken on the ground.
The second time,
I cried
and was inconsolable.
The third time
My existence is not for others
it does not heal the wounded
my words are costume, foam steel at most.
I exist to live a life that continues the cycle
I'm a mirror of society that has painted
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